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Author's Note: Some light relief for a change. :)
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When wife number three and I parted, things were pretty acrimonious there for a while, but as with many such partings, once the anger, the pain, the grieving stops, renewed friendships are often formed.
Such was the case here. After the pain of the divorce settled down, and our feelings towards each other returned to what might be tentatively described as an even keel, we still kept in touch and from time to time went out to dinner, and so on.
Ex number three was a financial planner, and each year she attended the major national conference here in Australia, each year held in a different part of the country. This year it was in a beautiful part of what is called Far North Queensland, in the city of Cairns. This was not our first trip to Cairns, and was probably why comparatively surprisingly, and out of the blue, Loretta asked me if I wanted to accompany her to the conference and to have a few days holiday afterwards. Almost half our costs would be covered anyway due to her having to attend the conference, and we could have a bit of a holiday cheaper than we would have been able to do otherwise. It was the middle of an icy cold winter in Melbourne, and I thought of the beauty and warmth of Far North Queensland, so I didn't need much convincing.
Due to work, I couldn't accompany Loretta to the conference, but we had agreed that I would meet her the day after it ended and we would have a few days together in the sun.
The day after the conference arrived and I flew from Melbourne on a direct flight to Cairns from where we would get an airport bus to take us further north to a beautiful town called Port Douglas where we had already booked an apartment smack bang in the middle of town.
I arrived in Cairns around 9.30 A.M. and as I walked into the terminal building, I saw Loretta waiting for me, sitting on a bench by the window, her packed travel bag by her side. When she saw me her face broke out into a big smile and she got to her feet. As I reached her, we hugged, and then we had a tentatively exploratory kiss.
"We better go," she said, the bus to take us to Port Douglas is waiting. It was waiting for this flight, and I think everyone is already aboard, so we went out. The driver was waiting and he put our bags into the big compartment buses have on the outside, we climbed in, sat down, and we were on out way further north, an hour and a half's drive further north to be more exact.
We didn't speak much during the trip as the bus was full and we didn't want other people to hear our conversation. But Loretta did take my hand in hers and sat smiling as she looked at me, and I to her, from time to time.
The bus finally arrived at our apartments as it did the rounds of the hotels and resorts, dropping people off as it went, and we checked in. We went to our room, unpacked our immediate requirements, changed into something more appropriate to the tropical climate, and then I drew the curtains back and looked out the window to the view. And what a view we had. From our third floor balcony we could look almost the full length up and down the main street with all its shops and restaurants and pubs and people, and looking just out to the left, we could see a verdant mountain covered every morning in low cloud, as you tend to get in the tropics. I could not help but think how this place reminded me of Maui, one of the Hawaiian Islands.
We made ourselves a cup of coffee each from the room supplies and went out and sat at the small table on the balcony.
I asked Loretta how the conference had gone, what she had gotten up too and general chit-chat as she did the same to me, asking what news from Melbourne was.
We finished our coffee's and as it was nearly lunch time we had a walk around town and wandered into the pub at the end of the street, where, sitting in the outdoor area, one could look over the small park across the road, out to the blue green water beyond, where we had a meal and a few drinks.
It wasn't long before we were joined by colleagues of Loretta's from the conference, many with the same idea that Loretta had, of having a few days R & R before returning to the highly regulated grind of the financial advisor world. I was introduced to the colleagues as they came and went, some staying as the band arrived ready for the evening's entertainment. We decided to stay and have dinner at the pub as did some of the others, but then as darkness fell, and the music got loud enough to prevent conversation, Loretta and I decided to head back to our apartment where we had some wine chilling.
We walked back along the street, now holding hands. It really did feel quite strange, rekindling some of the feelings we had experienced when we first met those years ago. But it still felt a little strange, almost like a first date in some respects, but soon we were laughing and discussing some old times.
We entered our apartment and I poured some Sauvignon Blanc into two glasses and we enjoyed the light wine as we talked and reminisced.
Then, Loretta got up from the sofa and walked out onto the balcony of our third floor apartment, taking her glass of wine with her. She looked so desirable as I watched her from behind. The sheer white dress reaching down to her ankles showed the curves of her back, her waist before flaring out slightly over her hips and I could just see the dim outlines of her legs through the sheer material backlit by reflections from the dim street-lighting and the light of the moon and the millions of stars that lit up the clear sky so brightly.
Taking my own glass of wine with me, I walked up behind her, placed my glass on the little table that was in the corner, wrapped my arms around her waist, and gently nuzzled the soft skin of her exposed neck with my lips.
"Ohhhhh, she moaned quietly, as she tilted her head back a little and leaned her head a little to the left, thereby exposing more of her neck, "that feels sooooo nice." A pause, then Loretta said slowly in a quiet voice, "You're not trying to seduce are you?" as she gently started rubbing the side of her face against mine.
"What on earth makes you think that," I said as I now moved my hands up to cup and gently squeeze her full beasts.
"Oh, just some things I've heard about you."
"Oh," I said mimicking her, "and may I ask what you have heard?"
"I've heard," she said, still rubbing the side of her face against mine but now also pushing her breasts harder against my hands, "that you ravish women, that you have your dastardly way with them, that somehow you make them want to do whatever you want."
